Chance meeting (Goat)
Dec 22, 2014 14:38:22 GMT -5
Post by ali on Dec 22, 2014 14:38:22 GMT -5
My feet press against the freshly fallen snow, bare and cold I tread across the street until I am out of site. The cold does not bother me much, the way the wind catches at my skin beneath the pajamas's I wear- they may have long sleeves but I can feel my skin prickle beneath the fabric- or how each breath of mine frosts on their air in front of me like smoke. If this is what freedom tastes like, then I don't care how cold it is and it seems, nor do the voices.
They are quiet, mumbling randomly, distant whispers in my own head. I am thankful, because it is rare I get a night like this; where the voices are quiet and I am not seeing the dead walk in front of my eyes as I wander through the dark and lonely streets of District 1's more affluent side of town. No ghosts accompany me as I hurry down the street, my feet turning blue as I run, towards the bridge where I know I can escape. Perhaps if I cross the bridge I can become someone new- but I never get to cross the bridge.
Ahead of me, on the road, a peacekeeper trucker zooms towards me. I panic and wake the voices. They begin shouting, RUN!! So I do. I run towards the embankment, intending to duck behind the bridge wall before the men in the back of the truck can catch me with their torch light, but I slip. The grass is frosty and the edge is damp, so I slip and roll down the embankment to the pathway that runs right beside the river.
I groan, sitting up. The voices are quiet again- which worries me because they were so very loud only moments ago. Perhaps I hit my head and died, or perhaps I rolled too far and fell into the river and drowned but neither is the case, since when I try to stand I wince. Looking down, I see blood seeping into the pale cream cloth of my trousers.
"No no no..." I whisper to myself as I try to stop the blood. It is not bleeding badly but my mind twists what I see and all I see is blood flowing everywhere- turning the slush and river red. The voices begin to laugh too, to top it all off. The cackle, giggle, snort loudly- so loudly I fear my head will explode. I clamp my hands over my hears, forgetting that I have blood on my hands, in attempt to get them to shut up.
"be quiet...please" I hiss to myself as I wait for them to stop, but over their chatter, I hear something behind me. I twist my body suddenly, to try get a look at who was coming but I can't quite see all the way.
"Who's there...........?" I ask absently as the voice continue their mocking laughter
They are quiet, mumbling randomly, distant whispers in my own head. I am thankful, because it is rare I get a night like this; where the voices are quiet and I am not seeing the dead walk in front of my eyes as I wander through the dark and lonely streets of District 1's more affluent side of town. No ghosts accompany me as I hurry down the street, my feet turning blue as I run, towards the bridge where I know I can escape. Perhaps if I cross the bridge I can become someone new- but I never get to cross the bridge.
Ahead of me, on the road, a peacekeeper trucker zooms towards me. I panic and wake the voices. They begin shouting, RUN!! So I do. I run towards the embankment, intending to duck behind the bridge wall before the men in the back of the truck can catch me with their torch light, but I slip. The grass is frosty and the edge is damp, so I slip and roll down the embankment to the pathway that runs right beside the river.
I groan, sitting up. The voices are quiet again- which worries me because they were so very loud only moments ago. Perhaps I hit my head and died, or perhaps I rolled too far and fell into the river and drowned but neither is the case, since when I try to stand I wince. Looking down, I see blood seeping into the pale cream cloth of my trousers.
"No no no..." I whisper to myself as I try to stop the blood. It is not bleeding badly but my mind twists what I see and all I see is blood flowing everywhere- turning the slush and river red. The voices begin to laugh too, to top it all off. The cackle, giggle, snort loudly- so loudly I fear my head will explode. I clamp my hands over my hears, forgetting that I have blood on my hands, in attempt to get them to shut up.
"be quiet...please" I hiss to myself as I wait for them to stop, but over their chatter, I hear something behind me. I twist my body suddenly, to try get a look at who was coming but I can't quite see all the way.
"Who's there...........?" I ask absently as the voice continue their mocking laughter
